This is mostly for my friends that probably wonder where I disappeared to on Friday. I took the day off because it was my anniversary and I wanted to spend the day with my wife. We didn't do anything big, I brought her some flowers and Starbucks in the morning and we went out to lunch in the afternoon. I always tell the kids the story of their birth on each of their birthdays and they seem to get a kick out that, so I now also do that with anniversaries and other important events.
I got out of the Marine Corps on April 3, 1992. I flew to Madison, Wisconsin to hang out with some of my (Pi Lamb) frat brothers (a few of whom were still living in the house) and we went out and tore up the town. We talked a lot about what I was going to do now that I was out of the Marines. Most of them were either military, working, or in law school. My plan was to go to graduate school for English lit, and so they were going to rent me this apartment that we had in the basement of the house. The weekend went pretty quickly and the last thing we did was go to Milwaukee for a Brewers game. After the weekend was over I went home to Edgerton and got good nights sleep.
That Monday morning, I decided I wasn't ready for the real world yet, and so I called my friend Susan in Orlando. Her roommate answered and said Susan wasn't around but that I was welcome come on down, so I did. Susan and her roommate were waitresses at the Hard Rock Cafe and I found myself in that place within a day of that call. I spent a great week in Orlando and the girls got me a job at the Hard Rock, so I stayed. I hit it off with the roommate and we ended up getting married in 1994.
It's amazing to me that these little events in your life shape everything else that goes on. It also makes me think that good things can happen to you at any time. You've got to be ready, or you might just miss them. 🙂
So this weekend, we celebrated our 11th anniversary. We did a little shopping, we played with the kids, we watched bad horror movies, and we even did our taxes. It was a great weekend. (Except for the taxes)